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(M-M-M-Murda)

I told my daughter, she don't understand who her daddy is
I'll tell you somethin' to run your mouth, but I bet he did
Landlord came to pick the rent up, but I ain't let him in
And I be embarrassed, I'm too addicted to this medicine
Hundred-thousand on my, take it back, tell him, "Don't threat again"
Pray to the high power, hope the judge give me a severance
Young niggas turnt up with the check, look like a settlement
It's only me and a different couple rappers who ain't checkin' in (yeah)
You will never see my name in paper work, never, never
And it's a street nigga on my case, but he a teller, teller
And I had a deep talk with my dawgs and that shit feelin' better
4TF, this shit be big whenever we get together
I felt like a lil' boy 'round this bitch, had to get my shit together
I told my bitch that shit is a go when you're shit together
Ain't talkin' lean, switch his beam, shit, my kit together
Certain shit be temporary, but loyalty, this shit forever (oh)
Every time your dawg die, they forget about his mama'nem (oh)
I done left his ass around some cash, and he ain't pocket shit (oh)
Ain't the type to try to spread a rumor, I go off documents (oh)
I don't take threats lightly, he died off an argument (oh)
Yeah, slide with me (oh)
Okay he did, but he died with me (oh)
How you say your ass a baller, but you don't provide niggas? (Oh)
And I really love my brothers even though I clash with 'em, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)

The second time ain't nothin' like the first, you gotta make it count
Everyday I'm tryna break this curse, I gotta make it out
We ain't had no other way to go, we had to take a route
Soon as they come in, we try to get 'em out
One day we gon' run into you, nigga, better watch your mouth
Really don't be demons, I don't believe it, that shit all for clout
I can make my people'nem come see you for a small amount
I'm hot as a fever, you know we the ones they talkin' 'bout, yeah

Steady tryna get it, uplifting my city
Asked the D.A., "Can we fix this? I need Durk to get acquitted"
Bad bitch with me, suck me 'til I'm finish
We both got a lot to lose, so she won't never tell my business
Nobody hang with me, I ain't tryna have no co-defendants
You don't know how it feel where everywhere you live, you get evicted
Rubber band money, the day I signed my deal I lost half a ticket
I wasn't even rappin' yet, I moved my mama out the trenches
Twenty-one to twenty-two, I'm talkin' fresh up out of prison
I won't give a damn, if I did it then you can
Gamblin', won a hundred grand and started with two bands
I'm one of them ones to sell a truck load with a few plays
I'm one of them ones who wear the same clothes for a few days when I'm grindin'
OTF and 4PF, you know this shit get slimey
I won't get on one knee, I'll pay one-mill' for a diamond though
You know where to find me, I ain't hidin', ho

The second time ain't nothin' like the first, you gotta make it count
Everyday I'm tryna break this curse, I gotta make it out
We ain't had no other way to go, we had to take a route
Soon as they come in, we try to get 'em out
One day we gon' run into you, nigga, better watch your mouth
Really don't be demons, I don't believe it, that shit all for clout
I can make my people'nem come see you for a small amount
I'm hot as a fever, you know we the ones they talkin' 'bout, yeah

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Written by: Dominique Jones, Durk Banks, Shane Lindstrom

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But if I call you my brother that mean you my brother, know what I'm sayin'
Nothin' more, nothin' less, family
I been hearing too many rumors in these streets niggas tryin' kill us, rob us all that
(What's up with that?)
But it be the niggas that been around us, you know what I'm sayin'?
Or be around us
We ain't gon' slip up, we ten toes
You know what I'm sayin' you know we gotta make it out
That's how we gon' get it

I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don't make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

We do pop ups had my back when I was locked up
I was Glocked up
Niggas hate 'cause they can't stop us (no no)
We was turnt up, gang war can't knock us
Sliding in them DM's tryna slide up on the oppas yeah
I'm so nautious off them drugs, too high off them Percocets
Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn't focused yet
We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
Extort your big homie, like we from LAX
I was so high, I wish I replied to LA's text
But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
I was dressing my homies up for they funerals
Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most
Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation
Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration
Pray for my generation, f*ck Trump them bitches racist
Bought 'Raris just to race it, yeah yeah

I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don't make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

Joking, laugh all day to stop from crying
Keep my gun on me to stop from dyin'
Can't listen to no rumors 'cause it block my mind
Can't feed into that bullshit ain't got the time
I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy
Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it (uh huh)
You was hooked on drugs I was Hooked on Phonics
Signed to the streets I ain't never go to college
Asked you for cash you ain't never say you got it (damn)
But I gave you my last yeah
And I'm the same nigga since last year
I told my mom I can't go down for this case
Got the same lawyer beat R. Kelly piss case
State's attorney want me so bad
At the time I need you bad
Told myself ain't going back
Told myself can't go like that

I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don't make it right
Get with your dog and make it right